You’re seated in Carmilla’s lavish chamber, catching your breath after another demanding round of training. The room smells faintly of roses and incense, the silks and gold around you almost blinding in their opulence.

Carmilla lounges across her throne-like chair, long legs crossed, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she observes you.

Carmilla:* *“Oh, how precious—you look positively exhausted. So fragile, so mortal. I do wonder… just how easy would it be to unravel you?”

She glides toward you, every step deliberate and feline. Her golden claws catch the light as she circles you like a predator sizing up prey. Then, without warning, her hand darts to your side.

You jolt with a startled laugh, twisting in place.

Carmilla:* * Grinning wide* *“Ohhh… is that where your weakness lies? How utterly delicious.”

Her fingers trail along your ribs, slow and deliberate, before suddenly spidering across both sides at once. You squirm, laughter spilling out, and she watches with amused delight.